I Need To Let Go
By: Anti Darth Ani
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the writing itself. I don't know any of the CSI characters, although I would never pass up a chance to meet Eric, George, or Gary.
Total Sara/Nick fluff. If you don't like it, lump it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm not sure if I'm any good at writing this type of fan-fiction. This is sort of a one shot, but it might be two or three chapters long. I appreciate all criticism, good and bad. Thanks! Hope to hear from you soon!
If you like this fan-fic, check out my other CSI fan-fics, including From Fever to Death! Also, check out my fan-site at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/antidarthani for sneak previews, polls, chats, and special fan-fics not shown anywhere else on the internet!
One last thing. This is definitely NOT Sara/Grissom friendly. He's way too old and ugly…
Lyrics are from the song titled Echo, by Trapt. Awesome song, you should listen to it and follow along with the lyrics when you reach that part of the fan-fic. I think they work well together, but that's just my opinion!
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Part One
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Sara sat in her SUV, hands clutching the steering wheel. The vehicle sat idle, the engine running and the dashboard lit up. But the stick stayed frozen in drive. She glanced back at the cell phone in the seat next to her, wondering how such a little piece of plastic could hurt someone so much. But it did hurt. A thousand knifes into the heart couldn't have hurt more than what Grissom had informed her of.
Just the thought of Grissom made Sara cringe. How could she have ever believed that she had feelings for him? He had no soul, no meaning. He was just a being, stuck in a lab observing evidence for all his life. He never conversed with people if he had a choice. And when he did talk, it was brief and emotionless. How had she made herself believe that she had feelings for him? How had she gotten herself into this mess?
Well, it didn't really even matter, because she had given up on him. But he knew how she felt about him because she had told him. He had heard it from her own lips. Grissom knew that she had feelings, that her heart was real, which led back to the fact that she couldn't believe he had called her and told her, as if nothing was wrong.
Sara finally changed gears and pulled out of the parking lot of the crime lab. He hadn't even bothered to get out of his office for one minute to say it to her face. She thought, deep down, that he enjoyed toying with her feelings and emotions. Maybe he liked being on her mind half the time. Well, he may have thought he liked it, but she wasn't thinking of him like she used to. The time to change things between them ran out.
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A ring as he door bell brought Nick Stokes back to life. Muting the Discovery Channel, he got up from his leather couch and walked down the hall towards the front door, wondering who would be making a social call at that hour. Peering through the peep hole, he saw none other than Sara Sidle, jittering nervously. Nick almost laughed at how she appeared, her head abnormally larger because of the view from the peep hole.
When she heard a sound from inside the house, Sara's movement stopped suddenly and she took in a deep breath. Why was she at Nick's? She couldn't even remember. It had to have been an important reason, or else she would not have bothered him so late after shift.
When the door opened, Sara looked up to see Nick staring at her. She tried to muster up a small smile, but failed miserably. Tears were piercing in the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall without a moment's warning. "Hi," she whispered softly. "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."
"You're soaked," Nick commented lightly. Only then did Sara realize that rain was pouring down in sheets. She shivered slightly and looked up at him, catching his gaze with her own. "What are you doing here?" he finally asked, opening the door up a little further, not decided on whether or not to invite her in yet.
Sara looked down at the keys in her hand, looped around her index finger. That was a very good question and she wished that she knew the answer. She started to fiddle with the key ring, not knowing what else to do because she was too afraid to make eye contact with him. "I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth…" she muttered.
Nick lifted her chin up to look him in the eyes, "Are you okay, Sara?" he asked softly. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" concerned filled his voice, which made Sara feel guilty. She shook her head, hoping he wouldn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks.
He did, though, and he immediately pulled her into the house, closing and locking the door. He helped her out of her sopping wet jacket, which he decided to put on the kitchen counter. He could always get the water off the tile. The carpet would be a little harder.
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Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
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Sara stood in the doorway into the kitchen, not sure what she should do. She felt bad about coming into his house, dripping water everywhere, but she needed someone to talk to about it. Nick instructed her to take off her shoes and socks, which she did and placed them on top of the jacket. He told her to follow him and she did. They ended up in the master bathroom. Nick turned on the floor heater while Sara sat down on the toilet cover, which she was thankful wasn't fuzzy.
"So what's bugging you?" he asked, leaning against the wall, standing in front of her, concern written all over his face. Sara smiled at him and shrugged. "It's just my parents. Well, their doctor called the crime lab and talked to Grissom. I just talked to Grissom and he told me that they were in ICU. Something about a car crash or accident, I can't remember."
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
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"That really sucks," Nick admitted. Tears started falling from Sara's eyes when she gave in, not able to hold them back anymore. Nick squatted and pulled her into a hug. Sara rested her head on his shoulder and let her tears fall freely. She clung on to him helplessly, trying to do anything but look at him, for fear of what he might say to her. Her family life was falling apart, and it made life seem to cave in on top of her while she was already struggling. It was so good to have a friend like Nick.
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I think about your face
And how I fall into your eyes
The outline that I trace
Around the one that I call mine
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Nick felt the collar of his shirt getting soaked by her tears, while the rest of the shirt was getting wet from her clothes in contact with his. His was going to have to change, but at the moment, he just wanted to make sure Sara was going to be alright. He didn't know why she had shown up at his home, maybe because she didn't have anyone else to talk to, but the reason didn't matter to Nick. He just worried about her sometimes, although he didn't admit why to himself or anyone else. They were friends. That was all.
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Time that called for space
Unclear where you drew the line
I don't need to solve this case
And I don't need to look behind
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When he held her in his strong embrace, Sara felt as safe as she ever would be able to. It was amazing how he could make her feel like that and how she had never realized it before. The tears seemed to stop when she realized this. She should have just let him go and gone home, apologizing for interrupting him before she left. But once he had pulled her against him, Sara couldn't manage to let him go.
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Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
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Nick kissed her forehead and started to stand up slowly, pulling her up with him. Sara stood up with him, leaning against him, keeping her head in the curve in his shoulder. He thought she had stopped crying, but he didn't want to bother her just to ask her. That might just make her start all over again. In all his life, he had never seen Sara Sidle cry before; she had never come close to it before. The realization was a little unnerving.
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
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After a few minutes of silence, Sara pulled her head away from his shoulder slowly, her head suddenly killing her. Nick rubbed her back softly, trying to encourage her to talk to him about the situation a little more. Sara didn't say a word at all, although a small little smile she was unaware of formed on the corners of her mouth. Nick pulled one arm around from her back to wipe away the trails of the lost tears. Sara closed her eyes and leaned against his comforting touch.
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Do I expect to change,
The past I hold inside,
With all the words I say,
Repeating over in my mind,
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When his hand slid down her cheek and rested just along her jaw, Sara lifted her eyelids lazily, wondering what he was doing or if something was wrong. A sense of expectation ran through her body, which surprised her some, but not enough to pull away from him. She almost felt that something was about to happen, but when it did, she wasn't expecting it.
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Some things you can't erase,
No matter how hard you try,
An exit to escape
Is all there is left to find.
-----
Nick didn't even remember lifting her chin up so that her mouth was less than an inch away from his, but when he saw a seldom sparkle in her eyes that was rarely seen at work, Nick wasn't at all surprised when he closed the last space between their mouths. Sara closed her eyes as soon as his lips brushed against hers softly and painfully slow. He was almost toying with her, Sara thought. She let her hands run down the back of his t-shirt until they reached the hem. She quickly slid one hand a little ways under the shirt as she pushed herself a little closer to him, stopping the teasing by forcing her mouth closer to his.
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Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
-----
When Nick felt her lips against his, he felt a spark of electricity flow through his body. His hand had released her chin and taken a loose hold on her hip, pulling her even closer to him. Sara ran her tongue against his outer lips, wanting him to part them for her. Nick grinned lightly and shook his head as much as he could in the space he had. Sara seemed to get the message and parted her lips from him instead, which pleased Nick beyond words.
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
-----
Sara's hands quickly traveled up under Nick's shirt, feeling over ever inch of muscle around his spine. She couldn't remember the last time she had the same feelings she was currently feeling. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had ever felt like she was before. Things between her and Hank had been great, but when she looked back on their relationship sometimes, they hadn't been very passionate, it had been more of a friendly relationship than any other kind, partly because Hank had had a different girlfriend and was using Sara on the side.
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Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo can subside
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Nick slid his hand up her back and let it run into her drenched hair. His other hand tightened a little on her hip, which didn't seem to bother her one bit. He wasn't sure how they had ended up in their current situation, but he wasn't going to complain at all. He felt Sara lifting his shirt up slowly, since it was damp and sticking to his skin. Meanwhile, her mouth was driving him crazy. Sara pulled his shirt urgently and tried to pull her mouth away in an effort to pull his shirt off. Nick reluctantly let her pull away from him, needing to take in some air away. He raised his arms to allow her to slip his shirt off of him. As she threw the shirt to the side, Nick leaned to rest his forehead on hers, breathing in deeply, trying to slow his racing heartbeat. "Why… shirt…?" was all he could manage to say.
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So I close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
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"It was… wet…" Sara replied, trying to catch her breath as well. "You're… not…?" she sputtered out. He shook his head before recapturing her mouth and resting his hands on either side of her waist. In turn, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His wasn't complaining one bit. Everything in the moment felt right to him and he wanted it to stay that way. He could question her motives later, when his mouth was free to speak. Before too long, Sara's hands were already running down to rest on his bare chest, which were extremely muscular. He had told her ages ago he had played football, but she had never imagined…
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
-----
Nick's hands inched toward the bottom button of her shirt. He almost thought it odd that she had worn a button up shirt. Had she expected this when she had showed up on his porch? Was she just using him because of her current issues? Well, none of that mattered because Nick had to admit that in his past he had used a woman once or twice as an outlet for built up emotions. Nick just wasn't sure if they were going to go that far.
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Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo can subside
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Sara's fingers trembled with every new inch of him she touched. It was an amazing feeling she had never felt before in her life. God, all the time she had been hung up on Grissom she had imagined herself in the saddle again, but even her imagination couldn't have brought this to her mind. When he started to unsnap the buttons at the bottom of her shirt, Sara totally forgot who Grissom even was. Things in her life had never been great and she had never met a guy that things had worked out with. A tiny moan escaped her mouth into his and she felt Nick's whole body freeze up. She waited for him to move again, running her hands down his arms, pulling them slightly up, urging him on. His fingers lingered against her waist before he unsnapped the second button.
Sara inwardly smiled to herself. She had to admit that what they were doing she had never expected, although all the times they had flirted should have been a sign. She ran her hands back up his arms, pausing over his biceps, which were very built. The next button was already unsnapped and he was working his way up, fingering the fourth one. Only two remained and the top one she had left unbuttoned. Time passed agonizingly slow while he popped the last two buttons apart.
Nick was almost surprised to see that she was indeed wearing a bra. She wasn't going to make it easy for him, although he had lots of practice getting them off women, something he didn't admit out loud, although people had suspicions and he had a reputation. Sara didn't want to let go of him to take off her shirt, but it was about time for her to breathe again so she pulled away. Nick quickly pushed the shirt off her arms and onto the floor. "Wet…" he explained in an uneven voice.
Sara rested her head against his shoulder, facing his neck. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and back. She slipped her arms around his waist loosely and felt her heart rate getting closer to normal. Nick grinned when he felt goose bumps on her skin. He chuckled lightly and pulled his head back to raise an eyebrow at her. "I'm cold," she muttered softly.
"Anything I could do to help fix that?" he asked, his fingers starting to play with the clasp on her bra. Sara pretended not to notice this, but instead shrugged playfully, although she already had an idea. She looked up to face his and kissed the end of his chin before pulling closer to him to playfully nip at his lower lip. Nick couldn't keep from grinning madly. He grasped the clasp of her bra and when all she did was grin back at him, he expertly popped it open, the two pieces falling outwards, but her bra didn't fall off because the straps stayed on her shoulders.
"Well, since you've practically undressed me anyway," she started, placing a quick kiss on his throat, "I wouldn't mind a hot shower…" She looked up expectantly to his face, running her hands down to his waist and gently grasping his back belt loops, to give him a hint in case he didn't get what she was implying.
"Sara," Nick started in a low voice, "I don't think that this…" he stopped abruptly when she pulled him flush against her and pushed her mouth to his. Before he could fully register her movement, she had pulled away again and took a step back in the direction of the shower.
"Well, if you are that cold, I guess we'd better get you into that shower before you go into hypothermia," he replied, running his hands up her back towards her shoulders where her bra straps rested. Sara was already working on his belt buckle, which she unfastened faster than Nick had managed to get off her bra. She took another step towards the shower, which Nick matched. Nick let go with one hand to slide open the shower door. He reached for the dial and turned the shower hose unto full power as hot as it got.
"Thank you," Sara murmured while pulling his belt out, dropping in onto the floor. She leaned in towards him and Nick caught her lips with his and this time letting her tongue explore his mouth, which tasted of vanilla ice cream and coffee, neither of which Sara minded.
Nick pulled away when she started to unbutton his pants. "What are you doing, Sara?" he asked breathlessly. Sara glanced at him as if he was a complete idiot. She started working on the zipper before she answered, "You weren't planning on wearing them in the shower, were you? Besides," she started, starting to pull them down, pulling his boxers at the same time to give her less work, "they're wet."
"I had the impression that only you were getting a shower," he answered, although he wasn't being completely honest. Sara sucked in a breath when he looped his pinkie fingers around her bra straps and started to slide them down her shoulders. Mist from the water was creating fog to hover in the air. "I have no idea where you got that impression from, Nicky," she whispered, stepping back as Nick pulled the bra completely off and threw it off to the side. He didn't even stop to admire. Instead, he started working on her pants while Sara just held on to his shoulders. She hadn't gotten far with his pants and she was disappointed not to be able to see anything of mild interest yet.
Nick had her pants undone in less than thirty seconds and started to pull them down, along with her thong, when Sara put her hands on his and stopped them. "You get yours, and I'll do mine," she explained. Soon, their pants were kicked off and Sara pulled Nick into the shower with her without another word spoken between them.
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One more part coming after this, so look for it soon! It won't be as long, at least I don't think it will be. Please review if you want more.
By: Anti Darth Ani
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the writing itself. I don't know any of the CSI characters, although I would never pass up a chance to meet Eric, George, or Gary.
Total Sara/Nick fluff. If you don't like it, lump it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm not sure if I'm any good at writing this type of fan-fiction. This is sort of a one shot, but it might be two or three chapters long. I appreciate all criticism, good and bad. Thanks! Hope to hear from you soon!
If you like this fan-fic, check out my other CSI fan-fics, including From Fever to Death! Also, check out my fan-site at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/antidarthani for sneak previews, polls, chats, and special fan-fics not shown anywhere else on the internet!
One last thing. This is definitely NOT Sara/Grissom friendly. He's way too old and ugly…
Lyrics are from the song titled Echo, by Trapt. Awesome song, you should listen to it and follow along with the lyrics when you reach that part of the fan-fic. I think they work well together, but that's just my opinion!
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Part One
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Sara sat in her SUV, hands clutching the steering wheel. The vehicle sat idle, the engine running and the dashboard lit up. But the stick stayed frozen in drive. She glanced back at the cell phone in the seat next to her, wondering how such a little piece of plastic could hurt someone so much. But it did hurt. A thousand knifes into the heart couldn't have hurt more than what Grissom had informed her of.
Just the thought of Grissom made Sara cringe. How could she have ever believed that she had feelings for him? He had no soul, no meaning. He was just a being, stuck in a lab observing evidence for all his life. He never conversed with people if he had a choice. And when he did talk, it was brief and emotionless. How had she made herself believe that she had feelings for him? How had she gotten herself into this mess?
Well, it didn't really even matter, because she had given up on him. But he knew how she felt about him because she had told him. He had heard it from her own lips. Grissom knew that she had feelings, that her heart was real, which led back to the fact that she couldn't believe he had called her and told her, as if nothing was wrong.
Sara finally changed gears and pulled out of the parking lot of the crime lab. He hadn't even bothered to get out of his office for one minute to say it to her face. She thought, deep down, that he enjoyed toying with her feelings and emotions. Maybe he liked being on her mind half the time. Well, he may have thought he liked it, but she wasn't thinking of him like she used to. The time to change things between them ran out.
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A ring as he door bell brought Nick Stokes back to life. Muting the Discovery Channel, he got up from his leather couch and walked down the hall towards the front door, wondering who would be making a social call at that hour. Peering through the peep hole, he saw none other than Sara Sidle, jittering nervously. Nick almost laughed at how she appeared, her head abnormally larger because of the view from the peep hole.
When she heard a sound from inside the house, Sara's movement stopped suddenly and she took in a deep breath. Why was she at Nick's? She couldn't even remember. It had to have been an important reason, or else she would not have bothered him so late after shift.
When the door opened, Sara looked up to see Nick staring at her. She tried to muster up a small smile, but failed miserably. Tears were piercing in the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall without a moment's warning. "Hi," she whispered softly. "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."
"You're soaked," Nick commented lightly. Only then did Sara realize that rain was pouring down in sheets. She shivered slightly and looked up at him, catching his gaze with her own. "What are you doing here?" he finally asked, opening the door up a little further, not decided on whether or not to invite her in yet.
Sara looked down at the keys in her hand, looped around her index finger. That was a very good question and she wished that she knew the answer. She started to fiddle with the key ring, not knowing what else to do because she was too afraid to make eye contact with him. "I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth…" she muttered.
Nick lifted her chin up to look him in the eyes, "Are you okay, Sara?" he asked softly. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" concerned filled his voice, which made Sara feel guilty. She shook her head, hoping he wouldn't notice the tears falling down her cheeks.
He did, though, and he immediately pulled her into the house, closing and locking the door. He helped her out of her sopping wet jacket, which he decided to put on the kitchen counter. He could always get the water off the tile. The carpet would be a little harder.
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Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
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Sara stood in the doorway into the kitchen, not sure what she should do. She felt bad about coming into his house, dripping water everywhere, but she needed someone to talk to about it. Nick instructed her to take off her shoes and socks, which she did and placed them on top of the jacket. He told her to follow him and she did. They ended up in the master bathroom. Nick turned on the floor heater while Sara sat down on the toilet cover, which she was thankful wasn't fuzzy.
"So what's bugging you?" he asked, leaning against the wall, standing in front of her, concern written all over his face. Sara smiled at him and shrugged. "It's just my parents. Well, their doctor called the crime lab and talked to Grissom. I just talked to Grissom and he told me that they were in ICU. Something about a car crash or accident, I can't remember."
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
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"That really sucks," Nick admitted. Tears started falling from Sara's eyes when she gave in, not able to hold them back anymore. Nick squatted and pulled her into a hug. Sara rested her head on his shoulder and let her tears fall freely. She clung on to him helplessly, trying to do anything but look at him, for fear of what he might say to her. Her family life was falling apart, and it made life seem to cave in on top of her while she was already struggling. It was so good to have a friend like Nick.
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I think about your face
And how I fall into your eyes
The outline that I trace
Around the one that I call mine
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Nick felt the collar of his shirt getting soaked by her tears, while the rest of the shirt was getting wet from her clothes in contact with his. His was going to have to change, but at the moment, he just wanted to make sure Sara was going to be alright. He didn't know why she had shown up at his home, maybe because she didn't have anyone else to talk to, but the reason didn't matter to Nick. He just worried about her sometimes, although he didn't admit why to himself or anyone else. They were friends. That was all.
-----
Time that called for space
Unclear where you drew the line
I don't need to solve this case
And I don't need to look behind
-----
When he held her in his strong embrace, Sara felt as safe as she ever would be able to. It was amazing how he could make her feel like that and how she had never realized it before. The tears seemed to stop when she realized this. She should have just let him go and gone home, apologizing for interrupting him before she left. But once he had pulled her against him, Sara couldn't manage to let him go.
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Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
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Nick kissed her forehead and started to stand up slowly, pulling her up with him. Sara stood up with him, leaning against him, keeping her head in the curve in his shoulder. He thought she had stopped crying, but he didn't want to bother her just to ask her. That might just make her start all over again. In all his life, he had never seen Sara Sidle cry before; she had never come close to it before. The realization was a little unnerving.
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I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
-----
After a few minutes of silence, Sara pulled her head away from his shoulder slowly, her head suddenly killing her. Nick rubbed her back softly, trying to encourage her to talk to him about the situation a little more. Sara didn't say a word at all, although a small little smile she was unaware of formed on the corners of her mouth. Nick pulled one arm around from her back to wipe away the trails of the lost tears. Sara closed her eyes and leaned against his comforting touch.
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Do I expect to change,
The past I hold inside,
With all the words I say,
Repeating over in my mind,
-----
When his hand slid down her cheek and rested just along her jaw, Sara lifted her eyelids lazily, wondering what he was doing or if something was wrong. A sense of expectation ran through her body, which surprised her some, but not enough to pull away from him. She almost felt that something was about to happen, but when it did, she wasn't expecting it.
-----
Some things you can't erase,
No matter how hard you try,
An exit to escape
Is all there is left to find.
-----
Nick didn't even remember lifting her chin up so that her mouth was less than an inch away from his, but when he saw a seldom sparkle in her eyes that was rarely seen at work, Nick wasn't at all surprised when he closed the last space between their mouths. Sara closed her eyes as soon as his lips brushed against hers softly and painfully slow. He was almost toying with her, Sara thought. She let her hands run down the back of his t-shirt until they reached the hem. She quickly slid one hand a little ways under the shirt as she pushed herself a little closer to him, stopping the teasing by forcing her mouth closer to his.
-----
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
-----
When Nick felt her lips against his, he felt a spark of electricity flow through his body. His hand had released her chin and taken a loose hold on her hip, pulling her even closer to him. Sara ran her tongue against his outer lips, wanting him to part them for her. Nick grinned lightly and shook his head as much as he could in the space he had. Sara seemed to get the message and parted her lips from him instead, which pleased Nick beyond words.
-----
I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
-----
Sara's hands quickly traveled up under Nick's shirt, feeling over ever inch of muscle around his spine. She couldn't remember the last time she had the same feelings she was currently feeling. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure she had ever felt like she was before. Things between her and Hank had been great, but when she looked back on their relationship sometimes, they hadn't been very passionate, it had been more of a friendly relationship than any other kind, partly because Hank had had a different girlfriend and was using Sara on the side.
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Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo can subside
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Nick slid his hand up her back and let it run into her drenched hair. His other hand tightened a little on her hip, which didn't seem to bother her one bit. He wasn't sure how they had ended up in their current situation, but he wasn't going to complain at all. He felt Sara lifting his shirt up slowly, since it was damp and sticking to his skin. Meanwhile, her mouth was driving him crazy. Sara pulled his shirt urgently and tried to pull her mouth away in an effort to pull his shirt off. Nick reluctantly let her pull away from him, needing to take in some air away. He raised his arms to allow her to slip his shirt off of him. As she threw the shirt to the side, Nick leaned to rest his forehead on hers, breathing in deeply, trying to slow his racing heartbeat. "Why… shirt…?" was all he could manage to say.
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So I close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
-----
"It was… wet…" Sara replied, trying to catch her breath as well. "You're… not…?" she sputtered out. He shook his head before recapturing her mouth and resting his hands on either side of her waist. In turn, she wrapped her arms around his neck. His wasn't complaining one bit. Everything in the moment felt right to him and he wanted it to stay that way. He could question her motives later, when his mouth was free to speak. Before too long, Sara's hands were already running down to rest on his bare chest, which were extremely muscular. He had told her ages ago he had played football, but she had never imagined…
-----
I'll run away with you
By my side
I'll run away with you
By my side
I need to let go, let go,
Let go, let go of this pride
-----
Nick's hands inched toward the bottom button of her shirt. He almost thought it odd that she had worn a button up shirt. Had she expected this when she had showed up on his porch? Was she just using him because of her current issues? Well, none of that mattered because Nick had to admit that in his past he had used a woman once or twice as an outlet for built up emotions. Nick just wasn't sure if they were going to go that far.
-----
Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo in my mind
Until this echo, echo,
Echo, echo can subside
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Sara's fingers trembled with every new inch of him she touched. It was an amazing feeling she had never felt before in her life. God, all the time she had been hung up on Grissom she had imagined herself in the saddle again, but even her imagination couldn't have brought this to her mind. When he started to unsnap the buttons at the bottom of her shirt, Sara totally forgot who Grissom even was. Things in her life had never been great and she had never met a guy that things had worked out with. A tiny moan escaped her mouth into his and she felt Nick's whole body freeze up. She waited for him to move again, running her hands down his arms, pulling them slightly up, urging him on. His fingers lingered against her waist before he unsnapped the second button.
Sara inwardly smiled to herself. She had to admit that what they were doing she had never expected, although all the times they had flirted should have been a sign. She ran her hands back up his arms, pausing over his biceps, which were very built. The next button was already unsnapped and he was working his way up, fingering the fourth one. Only two remained and the top one she had left unbuttoned. Time passed agonizingly slow while he popped the last two buttons apart.
Nick was almost surprised to see that she was indeed wearing a bra. She wasn't going to make it easy for him, although he had lots of practice getting them off women, something he didn't admit out loud, although people had suspicions and he had a reputation. Sara didn't want to let go of him to take off her shirt, but it was about time for her to breathe again so she pulled away. Nick quickly pushed the shirt off her arms and onto the floor. "Wet…" he explained in an uneven voice.
Sara rested her head against his shoulder, facing his neck. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms and back. She slipped her arms around his waist loosely and felt her heart rate getting closer to normal. Nick grinned when he felt goose bumps on her skin. He chuckled lightly and pulled his head back to raise an eyebrow at her. "I'm cold," she muttered softly.
"Anything I could do to help fix that?" he asked, his fingers starting to play with the clasp on her bra. Sara pretended not to notice this, but instead shrugged playfully, although she already had an idea. She looked up to face his and kissed the end of his chin before pulling closer to him to playfully nip at his lower lip. Nick couldn't keep from grinning madly. He grasped the clasp of her bra and when all she did was grin back at him, he expertly popped it open, the two pieces falling outwards, but her bra didn't fall off because the straps stayed on her shoulders.
"Well, since you've practically undressed me anyway," she started, placing a quick kiss on his throat, "I wouldn't mind a hot shower…" She looked up expectantly to his face, running her hands down to his waist and gently grasping his back belt loops, to give him a hint in case he didn't get what she was implying.
"Sara," Nick started in a low voice, "I don't think that this…" he stopped abruptly when she pulled him flush against her and pushed her mouth to his. Before he could fully register her movement, she had pulled away again and took a step back in the direction of the shower.
"Well, if you are that cold, I guess we'd better get you into that shower before you go into hypothermia," he replied, running his hands up her back towards her shoulders where her bra straps rested. Sara was already working on his belt buckle, which she unfastened faster than Nick had managed to get off her bra. She took another step towards the shower, which Nick matched. Nick let go with one hand to slide open the shower door. He reached for the dial and turned the shower hose unto full power as hot as it got.
"Thank you," Sara murmured while pulling his belt out, dropping in onto the floor. She leaned in towards him and Nick caught her lips with his and this time letting her tongue explore his mouth, which tasted of vanilla ice cream and coffee, neither of which Sara minded.
Nick pulled away when she started to unbutton his pants. "What are you doing, Sara?" he asked breathlessly. Sara glanced at him as if he was a complete idiot. She started working on the zipper before she answered, "You weren't planning on wearing them in the shower, were you? Besides," she started, starting to pull them down, pulling his boxers at the same time to give her less work, "they're wet."
"I had the impression that only you were getting a shower," he answered, although he wasn't being completely honest. Sara sucked in a breath when he looped his pinkie fingers around her bra straps and started to slide them down her shoulders. Mist from the water was creating fog to hover in the air. "I have no idea where you got that impression from, Nicky," she whispered, stepping back as Nick pulled the bra completely off and threw it off to the side. He didn't even stop to admire. Instead, he started working on her pants while Sara just held on to his shoulders. She hadn't gotten far with his pants and she was disappointed not to be able to see anything of mild interest yet.
Nick had her pants undone in less than thirty seconds and started to pull them down, along with her thong, when Sara put her hands on his and stopped them. "You get yours, and I'll do mine," she explained. Soon, their pants were kicked off and Sara pulled Nick into the shower with her without another word spoken between them.
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One more part coming after this, so look for it soon! It won't be as long, at least I don't think it will be. Please review if you want more.